White Trash Zombie Gone Wild: A White Trash Zombie Novel by Diana Rowland

Author:Diana Rowland [Rowland, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
ISBN: 9780756408237
Amazon: 0756408237
Publisher: DAW
Published: 2015-10-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

After I left Coy’s garage, I drove around aimlessly to do some serious thinking.

Randy was involved. I had zero doubt. But I did doubt that he’d been there when the murder happened. As squirrelly as he was acting, he’d be a thousand times worse if he’d been there when the dude got his head chopped off. Randy wasn’t violent or mean—his lawbreaking tended toward smoking weed and the occasional chop of a stolen car. He’d fight when provoked, but it took a lot to provoke him.

But even if he didn’t help kill the guy, he was helping those other two idiots. If he got caught, he’d be in shit nearly as deep as theirs. I needed to try and talk a bit of damn sense into him. I owed him that much.

No. That wasn’t true. I didn’t owe him anything. But he was my friend. And I couldn’t stand idly by and watch him sink himself. That said, I wouldn’t let him sink me either.

Resolved, I pulled out my phone and signed into the Tribe’s encrypted email account. Every detail I knew and suspected about the murder, including tonight’s discoveries, went into an email addressed to Brian and Dr. Nikas. I finished up by detailing my plan to reason with Randy and that, if I didn’t email or call by morning, they should do whatever needed to be done with all this info.

With that bit of life insurance sent, I ate two packets of brains then retrieved the Kel-Tec PF9 from the glove box, placed the gun on the seat and headed to Randy’s place.

The driveway was empty, but I figured I wouldn’t have long to wait. The Fest crap had ended not too long ago, and I doubted that he’d be going out partying after. I chambered a round in my gun and clipped the holster into my waistband at the small of my back, then went and sat on his trailer steps. It was a nice clear night, the stars were out, and the mosquitos weren’t interested in my zombie blood.

Less than ten minutes later, Randy pulled into the driveway in his Charger. I caught a look at his face as he registered my presence, and it was full of what the fuck. For an instant I thought he’d stop and back right on out, but he must have known I’d follow him. I was stubborn and bitchy like that.

He parked next to my car, climbed out and managed to give me a crooked smile. “Hey, Angel. Did I forget we were gonna do firepit or something?”

I stayed right where I was and didn’t smile back. “We need to talk, Randy.”

Dismay lit his eyes, but he shook his head. “It’s been a long day, babe. I wanna get a shower and drop into bed.”

“And it’s gonna get longer if you don’t give me ten minutes right now.” I stood at the sight of headlights coming through the gate, narrowed my eyes. “Who’s that?”

“It’s just Coy,” Randy said with a shrug as he headed toward me, but I didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders.

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